Treasure Island

john tiong chunghoo

(Jan 21,1960 / NEW YORK)

Famous Movie Poem - Mary Poppins


(this is a poetry in progress)

childhood years flew
...flew away like a mary poppins

now you can only see
them drifting in memory sky

your crave to be back
intense as rain
that sweeps once more
through the clear blue sky

childhood years
are god's sanctuary
(sorry for those few
unfortunate ones)
for men to seek
solace on days
of stress and trial

and of course
inviting lovely
personalities like
mary poppins back
for her thrilling
pyrotechics
and ribtickling
advice...a little sugar makes
the medicine go down
a little sugar makes
the medicine go down
her feet a parallel line
leaving a vast space
for us to trot and join in
her lines

Submitted: Saturday, October 07, 2006
Edited: Friday, October 07, 2011

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